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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deshane Cornwall
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deshane Cornwall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Strivz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Evidently, I'ma big dawg definitely
When I step, got steppers with me
I kill 'em and I do it so effortlessly
Umm, how yuh mean, how yuh mean?
Yuh dun know, seh mi bad and clean
Me try go round the ting, are you mad fam?
Should never, would never, could never be
[Verse 2]
I switch up the flow rudeboy, I got so many
Kill every MC like I don't know any
If it ain't loud, I don't wanna smoke any
So many L's dawg, I ain't tryna hold any
North london but a separate faction
Where the mandem are all 'bout action
And the pagans are moving crafty
[Verse 3]
But it's cool 'cause I'm ready when the ting gets warm
I be on my P's 'n' Q's in the crib, just loading corn
I'ma artist, so yeah man, tings get drawn, I set it off like Jason Bourne
I'm with my girl and a gyal tryna move to me
I swear down babe, I don't know this jawn
My tings outta the norm
Unruly and truly I don't conform
My **** T, that's fam to the max
Can't stop the wave, them man fi relax
All of the gyal from front to the back
Ya gyal love when I jump on a track
[Verse 4]
Lemme try explain, I weren't raised on a lane
Man came from the flats
Came in the game man, came with facts
Check the scoreboard, check the stats
I'm over the odds, can't flow with the gods
Still close to my nine, but I'm closer with god
G-O-D that's my D-O-G, try know I still roll with the dog, ow yuh mean
Walked in the dance with a bop 'n' a lean
And I told man, I take it to the extreme
I just chop bars
I got vision like Rice with the long pass
Like J man ah spray MC, I slay MC
What can you say MC?
You man are fast food KFC, KMT
Big body AMG quicker than S AND
BMT, don't size up
**** I'm certified, don't hype up
BBK for life, still here, so get why you lickle joke man don't like us
But when you mention the hardest, you gotta call my name
Straight up 'n' down fam, I don't do sideways
They don't get how the ting still thriving
Hurting their head, giving them migraine
Violate, who, what, where, are you mad fam?
Me 'n' my machine, that's gang, gang
Desert eagle sky, you outta ya manbag
I told man, leave me alone, I'm a mad man
Now I'm taking it easy, to try and explain man, you wouldn't believe me
Beforehand I was gassed up after the fact, man the ting got meedi
I make it look easy
Check the CV, I do it neatly
Ya BM in my DM, telling me that the game still needs me
Written by: Deshane Cornwall